London Poem: Day 24

10 September

Work consumes in thudding waves.
It all erupts now,
And it doesn’t matter;
There it is…
We will go where we may,
In soft, swift footed steps,
But where we are now
Feels determined on what blossoms daily.
We are needy flowers,
Seeking a withholding sun.
To stave off what?
Sleep?
Worry?
Nothing; simply the motions of
Sleepy swimming in a blushing sun
To feed, to fill–as nature does,
And all to the garish tune
Of easy clicking keyboards.

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